There is a season... Turn, turn
I’ve about reached the end of my rope. I could handle getting old, and I could handle being sick, but both at once is more than this old frame can bear. We got slammed with snow here in Indiana the last few days. My job at the fairgrounds still includes keeping the lots and sidewalks clear, so yesterday I was out there most of the day battling it, just trying to keep things open for an event. I can’t remember ever being so glad to hear the words “We’re shutting it down.” They canceled the rest of yesterday and today too. Indiana doesn’t throw many tantrums anymore, but when winter decides to roar, it roars loud. This morning the wind finally laid down and the snow quit falling, so I went back out. You couldn’t tell I’d done a lick of work except my snow piles kept getting taller. I thought I’d just fire up the snow blower and finish the sidewalks. Guess what’s still sitting at the repair shop where its been since August ? Exactly. So I grabbed a shovel. Ten minutes later...